Where the ground continues to toil and the very liquid that presses against the seams continue the wretched tow of the condescending current it whips and whirls as the ignorant move forward in a listless manner notwithstanding and the thoughts climb upwards in a twisting and curling manner.
It seethes a rich swathe of iridescent blue and I can feel the tendrils of cause wrap the delicateness around my wrists and ankles a lush after thought filled with dreams reminiscent of dark shadows grasping rains and the supposed manifested in the form of hidden twilight struggling against a ragged fence strewn with misfits and continues to gnaw waves of regret I don’t respond, I don’t react, and the others then equally justify the wrongs that plague and the thoughts continue to rage against the very threshold founded upon cries I cannot respond I am silent I am still and the waves continue to wrap their arms around the very invisible source of me.
